This is what happens when you turn your back for a few days … people sneak up and lob stuff your way while you’re not looking. Maybe it’s a case of absence making the heart grow fonder? While I’ve been going through a bit of a blogging funk—a mixture of work piling up, becoming addicted to Twitter, and blogger’s block—both Kate and Thistle, bless their little bedsocks, sent me the above Superior Scribbler award. It was created by The Scholastic Scribe, with the rubric
is the scribbling child in a grown-up body, wondering if anyone is listening.”
~Herbert Gold, Elder Statesman of The Beat Generation~
As always, with greatness come obligations, and, according to the rules, I have to pass the award on to five other bloggers. Since I have been given the award twice, I should pass it on to ten other bloggers, right? And, since I received them from bloggers on both sides of the Atlantic, perhaps I should divvy them up accordingly.
As my blogroll indicates, in recent months I’ve become enamoured of a number of European bloggers, most of them Irish or ex-patriate Irish. The attraction is partly because they remind me of home which, thoroughly transplanted Canuck though I am by now, I still miss terribly sometimes. The other reason is that I find them really, really funny—and that definitely is an Irish thing, because they are obscene, rude, and foul-mouthed in the extreme. If you have ever spent more than ten minutes on a Irish bus or in an Irish pub, you will know that, while we Irish may indeed be gifted with the gab, we are also very, very rude! For a nation that is largely educated by priests and nuns, I’m guessing that cursing is a way of kicking against the pricks—and the fact that the equally priest-ridden Spaniards and Italians are also pretty inventive with curse words probably bears me out.
I should add that, because the following are all Irish, that means they are also an ungrateful bunch of bastards and are quite likely to tell me to take my award and stick it where the sun don’t shine. But that, too, is part of their Irish charm.
For my second Superior Scribbler Award, I choose the following:
If it seems that there might be a slight bias towards female bloggers in the latter list, you are right. While there are a few male bloggers on this side of the Atlantic that I really like—John at Running After My Hat, Alan at A Round World through Square Glasses, and Norm at Mostly Anecdotal come immediately to mind—it is true that most of the North American bloggers in my blogroll are women, while it’s a 50/50 male/female mix among the European bloggers. And I have absolutely no idea why that should be so.
Thanks again, Kate and Thistle, for shifting the blogger’s block. I’m b-a-a-a-ck!
I wondered where you were. Glad you’re back. Thanks for the award. Must I do something about it?
Nice to know someone missed me! I think the weather is getting me down. That and cabin fever. As to the award, according to the rules, you’re supposed to pass it on to five blogs you like, link to the original blog, display the award on your site, etc. etc. Or, you can ignore all that, and just bask in the award.
Welcome back, dear Tessa. I missed you and now I get an award!
Go raibh mile maith agat!
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Ná h’abair é. (Did I get that right? It’s been a long time since the nuns tried to beat the Gaeilge into me …)
So nice to see you back here again. I’d seen your “footprints” one place or another but it makes a big difference to see you at home, as it were.
Congrats on the Scribbler award. If Kate hadn’t already claimed you, you would have gotten it from me. Nuts & Mutton is a real find and no kidding.
*Blush* Thank you. *Giggle and shuffle of feet*
Congrats on your award. I’m going to have to check out your rude Irish friends.
Thank you, SMB. Brace yourself …
Cool, I got an award. I’m so bad at posting these and following the rules and I’ve got some others to catch up on, but never ever think I don’t appreciate them. I’ll work at posting them and distributing them all soon……really I will.
THANKS!!!!
My pleasure, MLS.
A double whammy! Bravo Tessa – good to have you back x
Thank you for the award, Kate. Good to be back.
Cheers, Tessa.
Thanks a bunch!
Hope you clean up in your categories at the Irish Blog Awards. Or would you actually have to travel to Cork to be in with a chance?
And the scribbler is left-handed too. MUST be superior.
Just like President Obama, who is another southpaw. When I was growing up in 1950s Ireland, those who wrote with their left hands were called “ciotogachs” (KIT-OGUES). They were generally regarded as the spawn of the devil by the nuns, who would go to elaborate and cruel lengths to make left-handed children learn to write with their right hands. Interesting that today there is ample evidence to indicate that southpaws tend to be more creative, intelligent, and (for some funny reason excepting women) wealthier! The nuns must be twirling in their graves. Alas, I am a right-hander, so no fame, glory, or wealth for me.
For a nation that is largely educated by priests and nuns, I’m guessing that cursing is a way of kicking against the pricks
hehehe. I think you’re quite right.